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Chapter 241 Do All Capitalists Splurge Like This

Kenneth pinned his ebony eyes on Natasha, his gaze brimming with amusement.

Natasha's gaze flickered slightly. Staring right at him, she retorted, “Why are you asking the obvious?”

Kenneth chuckled, his laughter like a spring breeze blowing past. “Are you referring to the remark of

'stay sweet'?”

“What else could it be?” Natasha riposted.

With a smirk, Kenneth started the car and remarked, “I think they're very sensible and discerning.”

Natasha was struck dumb.

“That was obviously flattery!”

“That isn't important. Most importantly, that colleague of yours has an infinite future ahead of him and

will soar to tremendous heights!” Kenneth asserted smilingly.

After saying that, something occurred to him, and he turned to Natasha. “Oh yes, what are the names

of those few colleagues of yours?”

Natasha knew the man's plan all too well.

She regarded him through narrowed eyes. “Why? You even want to bribe those around me?”

Kenneth shot her a sidelong glance, undercurrents surging in his dark eyes. He then replied, “Of

course not! I was merely asking. I could tell they have a close relationship with you, so I'd never invite

contempt upon myself.”

Hah! Men are all liars!

Natasha didn't believe that he wasn't up to any tricks.

Casually draping her hand over the car window, she studied him carefully. “In that case, why did you

still ask when you've got so many spies in our company?”

With only a hand on the steering wheel, Kenneth was a tad stunned when he heard that. Nonetheless,

he didn't deny it.

How smart of her! It was just a simple remark, yet she figured things out. So what if she knows?

There's nothing to deny. It's no big deal, anyway.

He glanced sideways, only to notice Natasha eyeing him in mirth. Thus, he quipped, “My spies' job isn't

to gather their names.”

“Oh, really? Then, what do your spies gather?” Natasha queried.

The corners of Kenneth's mouth turned up, and the look in his eyes turned increasingly tender as he

gazed at her. “What do you think, Nat? And why are you asking the obvious now?”

Words eluded Natasha.

She initially wanted to tease him for a bit, but he turned the tables on her. His address of “Nat,”

especially, was all the more natural and seductive.

Recently, he had been “confessing his love” every so often without masking or concealing his feelings,

so she had gradually gotten accustomed to it.

Scrutinizing him, she drawled, “Don't tell me that their job is to collect information about me, Mr.

Hamilton?”

Kenneth chortled. “It looks like you know everything, Nat!”

At that, Natasha was flabbergasted.

Seeing that she remained silent, Kenneth continued, “I was initially worried that you didn't understand

my feelings for you, but I'm now completely at ease.” After he said that, his grin widened.

Meanwhile, a mixture of emotions was written across Natasha's face.

However, she abruptly realized why the man sent flowers and afternoon tea that day. It turned out that

he had everything happening within the company in the palm of his hands.

In fact, he might even know the rumors spreading around in the company.

Such a feeling was undefinable. It felt as though she was “monitored,” and she should be mad, but at

the same time, an indescribable sense of contentment pervaded her.

Perhaps it was because no one had ever expended so much effort for her sake.

She didn't say anything else, casting her gaze out the car window. The glass reflected the slight

upward curve of the corners of her mouth.

At an upscale private restaurant, Sharon and Denise had already been waiting for some time when

Kenneth and Natasha arrived.

The two of them were starving, so they ordered some desserts to eat.

Nonetheless, Sharon stopped eating after taking a few bites.

Denise stared at her. “Ms. Sharon... are you not eating anymore?”

“The new movie is going to start filming soon. One will look ten times one's weight on camera, and I

don't want to be criticized for my weight anymore.” Sharon balked.

“Is it so arduous to be a celebrity?” Denise questioned.

In response, Sharon nodded. “Yup. One has to be responsible for the character and the audience. So...

forget it!”

Denise pondered for a while before consoling her, declaring, “It's okay. If anyone criticizes your weight,

I'll help you fling it back at them!”

As Sharon gazed at Denise, she truly adored the latter beyond words.

“Although that's very magnanimous of you, I can't lead you astray when your mother has taught you so

well!” Sharon lamented.

Denise burst into giggles. “Don't worry, for I don't use profanities when I reprimand people.”

“Even so, you can't do that. Just be a little princess without taking offense at those commoners!”

Sharon maintained.

Denise mulled it over for a while before admitting, “You might not understand me... all that well yet.”

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“Never mind, you'll know in the future!” Denise merely smiled at her without explaining further.

A demure girl and princess, huh? Well, she'll understand in the future!

At that precise moment, Kenneth and Natasha arrived.

“Denise,” Kenneth greeted.

Upon hearing the voice, Denise lifted her eyes. The instant she caught sight of them together, delight

showed in her eyes.

“Nat! Mr. Handsome!”

Sharon was initially sitting with her legs crossed like a big shot, but she couldn't help feeling awestruck

when she saw Kenneth and Natasha.

There was no shortage of handsome men and beautiful women in the entertainment industry, but if the

couple were to join the industry, they would unquestionably shoot to the top of the chart. Furthermore,

they emanated an aura of nobility, which most in the entertainment industry lacked.

She stared at them and spaced out for a while before snapping back to her senses. “Mr. Hamilton!

Mrs... I mean, Ms. Watson!”

“Let's sit down,” Kenneth urged in a low voice.

Sharon nodded, and they all took their seats.

Before anyone could say anything, a server came over and handed them the menu.

Kenneth ordered a few dishes at random. After the server had left, Sharon fixated her eyes on them

and cut straight to the chase without beating around the bush.

“The thing is, I brought Denise to meet the director this afternoon. Her performance was amazing, and

the director loved it. He decided on her on the spot and would like to sign a contract with her. For that

reason, I asked you both out today to discuss the contract. Do you have any thoughts regarding that?”

Sharon inquired.

When it came to money, Natasha didn't really care. Instead, she was more concerned about Denise's

thoughts on it.

Hence, she shifted her gaze to Denise. “What's your take on it?”

Denise deliberated for a while before admitting, “I can't tell either, Nat. But at present, I'd like to give it a

try because I'd only know whether I really like it after trying it.”

Natasha nodded in understanding.

Then, she shifted her gaze to Kenneth. “I'm not that familiar with contracts. Do you mind helping me

out?”

A smile bloomed on Kenneth's face. Naturally, he was more than happy to help.

“Did you bring the contract?” he asked bluntly.

Sharon took the contract out of her handbag. “This was drawn up previously. Do take a look at it first.

You can propose whatever requests you have, and I'll communicate with them directly.”

Kenneth scanned through it roughly before flipping it closed.

At that, Sharon looked at him. “Is there a problem?”

Kenneth closed his eyes briefly. “No, it's just that I plan to establish an entertainment company. Once

it's done, there will be a specialized person in charge of Denise's contractual matters. It'll just take

about two days.”

Sharon was wholly floored.

Do all capitalists splurge like this?